Living the Easter life

Sometimes it takes a jarring moment of truth to realize how good life is. A dear friend of ours recently lost her Mama. It hurt me to the core to hear this news, like a knife cutting through a chakra; but the days go on.

Perhaps it's about losing an elder - she lived a very long life - or maybe it was about knowing a daughter had lost her Mother. This has been a mystery I've observed through most of my adult life with admiration and curiosity; not knowing what makes it such a special bond, at times jealous that I couldn't experience this bond in my own child-Mother relationship. Nonetheless I believe we are a better species for this magical union; even when there is fussing and squirming, the love women share with each other is what I aspire to [as part of my faith journey].

Supposed to be a nice day in Seattle; more blooms and more children laughing and screaming with joy. We have a young scientist in the house; eager to achieve but struggling to do the paperwork [we all struggle at this :} ], prodded with love from Mama she'll get it done.

con paz,
frank